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Post by Kulvar on Sept 13, 2012 18:11:44 GMT -5
Jasmine Coverfield, District 11 Female[/u] Jasmine tugged her shirt up over her nose and mouth, and it helped only slightly as she moved through the smoke. She didn't bother saying anything, blinking away tears as she broke through the smoke into the mountainside. She scanned the scene, the ring of fire, the bleeding impaled Rory, wrenching the offending arrow from her arm, the trees... The other tributes were there somewhere, now just to find and shoot them. At Rory's shout, she crouched down, scanning to the southeast. perception 7,3,3,8,1 (1 successes)
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Post by Seryna on Sept 14, 2012 14:03:17 GMT -5
As the two young women crouch down, Rowan hisses in pain as she attempts to do so. She manages to get to a knee, bringing up her head to scan around. A pop of fire is the only warning the ladies have as a fireball the size of Rowan's head zigs over her shoulder. Rowan hits the ground flat on her belly, biting her lip. The fireball spits more flames as it hits the ground, causing those near to cover up for fear of catching a spark. A shriek from the south east sounds as another fireball crashes to the ground. Fire roars in your ears and the heat rises, causing drops of sweat to form on your brow. Looking to the south east, you see a leg peeking out from the tree cover Rory had spotted earlier. An arrow slices through the air, slicing a deep gash through Tank's left arm. The flash of a blade shines through the night air, nicking a fresh cut in Tank's chin as the blade plants itself in a nearby tree. Fireballs burned brightly about the mountain as two tributes take aim at the alliance! Cain rolled 5 dice to "shooting Tank" 8,6,4,7,3 (1 successes) Rachel rolled 4 dice to "Throwing a knife at Tank" 1,4,8,6 (1 successes)
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on Sept 14, 2012 15:17:27 GMT -5
Rory Noland: District Seven Female TributeI shouldn't have let Rowan come out here. And I should have made Tank stay with her. The fire was getting hot. They'd have to end this soon and get out of there. There were no cannons yet. So sadly no one had died yet. Rory hissed. She'd have to finish. Rory glanced at Jasmine and she gave her a slight nod. She would have her back; she would know what she was trying to do. They were at the southeast. At least two of them and she needed to flush them out so Jazz and Rowan (if she could manage) would have a clear shot of their two attackers. It's Rachel and Cain. Micha's not fighter.The thought of the remaining tribute from district nine contorts her face into a frown, raising emotions that she had to push down in order to press on. She focused on the feelings that the memory of Rachel's betrayal stirred within her. Rachel's mine.Springing up on her feet and ran toward the fallen tree where she knew where someone was. Cain, the archer that shot her, or Rachel, the bitca that betrayed here. It made no difference. Even though Rory told herself that it wasn't about revenge it was about survival, there was a part of her that knew this was at least slightly about payback. She raised her axe and with great vengeance and furious rage she brought it down on whoever was hiding behind that tree. Rory then looked around about tried to reassess the situation. Rory Noland rolled 6 dice to "bum rush" 8,9,6,5,1,2 (2 successes) Rory Noland rolled 8 dice to "hack at leg" 5,6,4,10,8,6,4,9,3 (3 successes) Rory Noland rolled 6 dice to "reassess" 8,10,10,6,5,1,10,8,1 (5 successes)
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Post by Kulvar on Sept 14, 2012 20:15:28 GMT -5
Jasmine Coverfield, District 11 Female[/u] Jasmine's eyes searched the trees, a flicker of light against the steel of a knife or flash of an arrow as they sailed toward Tank catching her eye. Unlikely to be Micha, but couldn't be sure. At this point, it didn't matter... To win and go home, Jasmine needed to kill the others regardless of who they were. Then there was the fireballs... hard hitting and explosive and... dangerous. She quickly swapped her poisoned arrow for an explosive one. The explosive arrows might not do a lot of good against tributes who could quickly yank them out, but... how about damaging their toys? She drew the arrow to her ear as she stood for a moment and sent the arrow southeast, past Rory and the disembodied leg she was attacking and into a tree beyond, hoping to destroy whatever was firing the fireballs at them. "Rory! BOOM!" she shouted the warning. She moved then, crouching low once more, circling away and up the hill from the impending blast and around to try and get a better view of the firefight and a target to use her remaining poisoned arrow on. An arrow she took from her quiver and prepared to use. The shot:9,5,10,10,3,2,8,9,2,8,8,6,1,1,6,3,7,5,7,10,5 (8 successes) I dropped 1 die for hitting the location. if more are needed, subtract them as necessary. The perception: 2,10,7,1,8,4 (2 successes)
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Post by Seryna on Sept 15, 2012 13:20:46 GMT -5
Rory brings her axe down on Cain's leg, making a hot gush of blood. He roars and clutches at his leg, screaming bloody murder. His bow had been laying across his other knee, primed for a perfect shot. Yet a sword - a finely crafted sword- was unsheathed on the ground before him. Cain closed his big hand around the sword, driving it upwards from his position kneeling behind the tree. The blade slices across Rory's right knee. Its a shallow cut, but deep enough to hurt. Cain's attention is focussed on Rory as he adjusted his grip for another - more powerful - swing. The arrow sailed past Rory and Cain, who hear Jasmine's warning. Beat. Beat. Beat. Cain continues to focus on Rory. BOOM![/size] The trees shake. The ground beneath your feet rumbles. A tree four feet behind Rory shudders and falls to the ground, shaking the ground at impact once again. Yet another fireball - this one from the immediate south east - streaks towards Jasmine and Sorrel! [ -2 on Cain's roll for injury, but -2 for others to shoot/throw weapons at him due to cover and Rory's proximity. Jasmine & Sorrel, make a wits + composure roll to dodge or duck, 2 suxx needed.] Cain rolled 8 dice to "Stabbing Rory" 3,3,9,4,3,6,8,1 (2 successes)
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Post by Aeon The Phoenix on Sept 15, 2012 13:35:21 GMT -5
As the blood dripped down Tank's face, something snapped in the tribute. Enough was enough, this stupid Game ended here today.
As the giant gripped his axe and charged across the battlefield the aftermath of Jasmine's arrow caused the ground to shake beneath his feet. Regardless, Tank ran onwards towards the source of the knife that had marred his face, intent on spilling the blood of its owner across the mountainside.
(Tank is using Brawling Dodge to try and avoid any more injuries en route, this increases his Defense to 7 until his next turn.)
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on Sept 15, 2012 15:40:51 GMT -5
Rory Noland: District Seven Female TributeThe wound hurt. It burned. But Rory didn't go down. She didn't cry out. She meet Cain's gaze, her grey eyes burning with determination. I need to end this.It was Rory's only thought. The cannon blast, the fallen tree were noticed but the tribute laying in front of her. Cain had to go. Rory was the only one close enough to end it. Dying isn't scary... Just all this blasted waiting.She didn't know if she was coming home or not. It wasn't a concern of hers. No, only the safety of her people. Rory looked down at Cain, her expression neutral when she spoke. "You can kill me, Cain. But you're not leaving this arena... I'm sorry."She brought down her axe at his neck, watching it sink into his neck, though she didn't know how badly she had damaged him. Rory Noland rolled 10 dice to "to hack at Cain's neck (15 - 5 for def - 3 for called shot + 3 for WP)" 7,9,4,9,5,5,4,1,6,1 (2 successes)
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Post by Kulvar on Sept 15, 2012 20:59:55 GMT -5
Jasmine Coverfield, District 11 Female[/u] Jasmine darted further up the hill as her arrow exploded, seemingly sooner, in the forest, bringing down a tree. She hoped, in vain, that it'd brought down the other tributes' fireball toy. She let the breath out as a fireball zipped from the forest right at she and Sorrel. Jasmine let out a sharp yelp, tumbling forward, across her shoulders and came up, bow and arrow in hand. Half a second later, she had the bow drawn, arrow aimed downhill at Cain's leg, then drifting toward other viable targets. "Watch meh back, Sorrel," she said, holding for the moment. Dodging the fireball: 10,7,1,4,6,9 (2 successes) Aiming action for a viable target other than Cain.
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Post by Seryna on Sept 17, 2012 16:29:18 GMT -5
There was a sharp, sudden yelp from somewhere to Jasmine's immediate right. It sounded as though the sound of someone's scream had been abruptly cut off. As she turned to the sound, she noted that it was coming from a fallen tree ten feet to her right. A splayed hand was visible, open and limp upon the ground. The person's form was obscurred by the tree. The hand began to jerk oddly as though it was being pulled by something. A dark shape moved into sight behind the tree - the shoulders of the Blood Panther. Its head was lowered behind the tree and you can hear a terrible ripping sound... as though flesh is being rendered. BOOM![/b][/size] As the canon sounded, the panther lifted its head. Its jaw dripped with blood and it snapped its jaw, swallowing something fleshy held in its mouth. The dark head pivoted around, scanning the field. It made a powerful jump over the fallen log, leaping an astonishing eight feet from the log. Its leap placed it a mere five feet from Rowan and Tank. The panther was coiling its hunches, its eyes locked on Tank. It uncoiled its powerful legs, propelling itself into the large tribute from district seven. Tank was tackled to the ground by the pwoerful, hundred plus pound panther. Its hot breath rasped onto the back of his neck as the cat scrabbled its claws over Tank's back, tearing the flesh of his back. It was trying to get a lock on Tank's throat! Blood Panther rolled 7 dice to "Grappling Tank - Tank's strength" 10,10,6,10,7,5,6,1,9,7 (4 successes) "Tank!" Rowan screamed, hefting a flying knife in her hand. She hesitated, watching as the boy and cat struggled against the floor. She would not risk throwing the knife at her exposed district mate's back. She hobbled forward, bringing out her axe. Rowan meant to combat the cat, even with her own severe internal injuries. Rowan clsoed on the cat, preparing to level a blow. The cat's head swiveled towards her and it gave a terrifying roar.
As Rory focussed on Cain's form, she watched as his sword lashed forward. Something glittered on his wrist - a victor's bracelet!"Think you're making it out?" Cain smirked. "The hills on fire and you don't have enough bracelets, little girl. Rachel has more in her arsenal. And -" Cain rolled forward, his hands clapsing around Rory's arms's, knocking her back into a tree trunk; hard. "I'm not going to make it easy on you." He snarls, compressing Rory's arms painfully against her sides. Her bow was pinned uncomfortably against her left side, unable to be used until she wiggled free. Cain rolled 8 dice to "Grappling Rory - 2 strength" 1,2,6,1,2,3,6,10,9 (2 successes) As Rory struggled to free herself, she spotted Rachel popping out from behind a tree. She holds a thin, narrow blow gun, leveling it towards Jasmine and Sorrel. Rachel rolled 6 dice to "Blowgun attack on Jasmine" 2,5,3,3,4,3 (0 successes) The dart - scented with something terrible - strikes the tree trunk besides Jasmine and Sorrel. Yet Jasmine's district mate reaches into her inner pocket, pulling out a knife. Hadn't she told Rowan that she only had three of these knives? Yet here she had a throwing knife. Duplicitous? Yes, yet useful! The knife sliced forward, causing Rachel to shriek and grab her left eye. Sorrel rolled 4 dice to "Called shot:Attacking Rachel's eyes" 5,9,7,3 (1 successes)
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Post by Aeon The Phoenix on Sept 17, 2012 16:44:12 GMT -5
The sudden scream and the cannon fire distracted Tank from his mad dash, only for a large mass to slam him forcefully to the floor as the creature they had spotted roaming the mountains earlier made an assault against him. With his face pressed down into the dirt, Tank felt a surge of adrenaline rush through him as he heaved against the heavy feral beast raking his flesh. 25 - Tank rolled 7 dice to "Grapple + Will" 10,5,3,10,8,1,3,10,4,3 (4 successes)
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on Sept 17, 2012 17:03:00 GMT -5
Rory Noland: District Seven Female TributeDid Cain really think this was personal? Rory couldn't believe it. Of course she knew that it would help Cain if he thought this was personal, if she was actually an enemy. But Rory wouldn't delude herself. Yes this was a fight to the death but it wasn't between soldiers. Just two children. Rory said nothing. She didn't need to. She didn't need to waste her breath and tell Cain that she didn't expect to go home. In reality the Rory that left for the Arena would not be the same Rory that comes home... if she comes homes. You can never go home again.Jace's words rang in her mind and Rory found it in her to fight back. She let out a yell and pushed back, breaking the hold. Her hand went with her axe without a second thought. We finish this honorably... Then I take your victor bracelet.Rory raised her axe high and with a furious war cry she brought it down with all of her might. Rory Noland rolled 1 dice to "break hold" 10 (1 successes) Rory Noland rolled 13 dice to "to end this +will" 1,3,8,6,5,10,9,2,10,5,9,7,7,8,7 (6 successes)
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Post by Kulvar on Sept 17, 2012 17:17:07 GMT -5
Jasmine Coverfield, District 11 Female[/u] Jasmine's gaze snapped up at the crunching sound. So tha's where the panther went, the thought zipped through her head as the large feline took off right after Tank, and even bowled him over. For a brief second, the girl's bow tracked the beast, then snapped back to a tribute as the noxious smelling dart thunked into the tree near her. Jasmine's lips curled as she pulled the bow back just that little bit more. Rachel. The traitor. One armed. One gunned... And one eyed thanks to Sorrel. Time to teach the little b**** that District 11 wasn't to be messed with. Jasmine honed in on Rachel's throat, it was becoming her signature killshot, and let her emotions go for the moment, becoming cold and calm as she loosed the arrow. 10,3,8,3,4,8,1,8,6,1,3,9,6,10,9,1,1,5,10,10,8 (10 successes) Somewhere in her mind, she knew that arrow was going to connect and end another life. Jasmine calmly turned on her spot, saying loud enough for Sorrel to hear as she drew another arrow from her quiver, "Go get that beast off-a Tank." Rory was her partner throughout all of this and that next arrow had Cain written all over it.
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Post by Seryna on Sept 17, 2012 17:43:27 GMT -5
There's a cry as Rachel jerks backwards. She teeters on her feet for a moment, a terrible grimance stealing over her features. Pain. Terrible pain that went right to the bone. Her hand began to rise towards her throat yet she seemed unable to muster the strength to lift her arm past her waist. Yet something on her wrist glitters in the moonlight. Rachel's knees go weak and she collapses onto the ground, sprawled on her left side. Dark blood - life blood - spills down onto the ground. The fletching for the arrow trembles as Rachel draws her last few breaths. They are haggard as she winces, then sobs with pain. One breath. Two. Her chest soon seems to sink as her head lulls to the side. Her eyes remain open, staring towards Jasmine and Sorrel. Sorrel simply follows through with Jasmine's shot, pausing long enough to ensure that Rachel wasn't rising. The girl hefts her sword up and hurries towards Tank.
Tank pushes upwards from the ground with his legs, erupting up from being prone to standing tall. The cat makes a startled yowl as it falls backwards, its claws raking Tank's shoulders. The shirt is ripped from Tank's back, falling onto the ground around the panther. The panther writhes on the ground, struggling to get its feet back under it. Rowan had been leveling her axe before Tank's impressive manuever. Her heels rock back slightly as she raises the axe, struggling with its weight. There's a grimance on her face, but she brings the axe down. The blade slices down, slicing the animal's right paw. Theres an animalistic shriek as blood spurts upwards. Something fleshy falls off of Rowan's axe. The animal howls and leaps forward, its jaws open in a terrible bite. Blood - a small spurt - falls onto Rowan's shirt as the animal's teeth graze her neck. The force of its movement knocks Rowan back as the animal tosses its head, growling. Rowan falls on the ground, clapsing her hands to her throat. Her axe falls to the ground beside her. Rowan is on her hands and knees as Tank regains stability on his feet. A glint of sword flashes from the moonlight. Sorrel is standing over Rowan, driving her sword down on the panther. Her blow was meant to be lethal, yet it slices into the panther's shoulder. The sword is drawn out as Sorrel levels her sword for another blow. Rowan rolled 7 dice to "Attacking Panther" 8,10,9,1,3,2,2,4 (3 successes) Blood Panther rolled 4 dice to "Biting Rowan" 9,8,3,9 (3 successes) Sorrel rolled 5 dice to "Attacking Panther" 3,1,9,7,3 (1 successes)
Rory found a reserve of strength and shoved her leg off of the tree trunk that Cain had slammed her against. Cain is pushed backwards and is forced to balance himself. Rory finds her arms free - free to attack a bleeding Cain. His shirt is already beginning to become dark with blood. The collar of his shirt is stained from the cut on her neck. The boy struggles forward, struggling to lift his sword. He stumbles, unable to lift the sword. The boy pales as he teeters backwards, struggling to remain conscious.
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Post by Aeon The Phoenix on Sept 17, 2012 17:50:45 GMT -5
As Tank manages to kick the Panther onto its back and retrieve his axe, tatters of shirt apparent as the breeze whips cruelly across the claw marks on his back. As the wounded creature dives for Rowan and its jaws snap together, the horror on Tank's face is vividly apparent as his axe finds its way into his hand, striking out in retribution for one that was as close to his heart as any flesh and blood sister would be. Tank rolled 10 dice to "Axe + Will" 4,4,8,10,5,6,9,10,9,8,8,9 (8 successes)
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on Sept 17, 2012 18:03:52 GMT -5
Rory Noland: District Seven Female TributeIn the darkness no one could see the tears in her eyes. With Rachel dying, Micha gone, and Cain fading; this was truly the end. I'm sorry..Her axe glinted in the moonlight. Rory poured everything into that swing. Her hatred for the capitol, her fear for Rowan and the others, the guilt she was feeling for outliving Jace. Everything went into that swing. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she worried for Rowan. But she had to trust in her alliance. Tank, Sorrell, and Jasmine would protect Rowan, while Rory tied up one more loose end. Rory Noland rolled 18 dice to "seriously killing Cain" 5,9,9,7,1,10,9,8,4,10,6,8,7,2,9,9,2,2,3,8 (10 successes)
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Post by Kulvar on Sept 17, 2012 18:10:05 GMT -5
Jasmine Coverfield, District 11 Female[/u] Jasmine leveled her bow at the downed Cain as Rory landed a massive blow. He wouldn't be getting up from that, and if he was still alive, Jasmine would see to it he wasn't for a lot longer. She swept her gaze, and the tip of her arrow (regular +5) over the battle field. Rowan down. Sorrel standing over her. Tank landing a massive blow into the side of the Panther... Please let this slide into it's brain, she thought was she dialed in her aim on the creature's eye and loosed the arrow. 5,1,5,6,3,4,9,7,2,3,5,3,2,10,7,7 (2 successes)
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Post by Seryna on Sept 18, 2012 12:10:28 GMT -5
There is a spurt of hot blood as Tank's axe connects with the neck of the Blood Panther. Its head whips to the left, its whole body contorting with the force of the blow. The panther's head is barely rising when something flies over Tank's left shoulder. From Tank and Sorrel's perspective, the fletching of Jasmine's arrow suddenly appears in the panther's eye. They have a moment of anxiety before the panther slides backwards, its body collapsing onto the mountain floor. Now that it is still, Tank can see the tremoundous damage his axe had done to the mutation's neck.
"Rowan?" Sorrel crouches next to Rowan, placing a tentative hand on Rowan's wound. Her hand comes away slick with blood.
"I'm alright." Rowan insists, her voice raspy. She holds one hand to her throat. Blood spills out between her fingers, having already run down her wrist and arm.
"Let me see your neck." Sorrel asks, leaning in over Rowan. Rowan remains sitting on the mountain side floor, breathing shallowly.
Sorrel reaches into her pack, drawing out a medical kit. Once Sorrel has a pad ready, Rowan removes her hand and Sorrel presses guaze firmly to Rowan's neck. Sorrel has Rowan hold the pad as she gathers the sutre kit from the medical kit. With another pair of hands, Tank is free to inspect Rowan's side. He discovers that her exertion has torn open the stitches from the surgery that he had performed. The guaze placed over Rowan's wound has been soaked through with blood, as had her shirt. If he hadn't already performed surgery, Tank would hazard that internal bleeding was a problem.
Yet he knew that with luck, Rowan's insides were already knitting together. He didn't see any signs that Rowan had incurred further internal injuries. Yet he knew he had to stop this bleeding. From her voice and the color of her skin, he knew that the blood loss was taking its toll. She had already lost quite a bit in the surgery and could hardly afford to lose more life's blood. Hadn't she been recovering under the Alliance's watchful eye?
Tank rolled 9 dice to "Normal Medkit + Aid" 2,3,8,10,4,8,10,8,10,10,5,2,1 (7 successes)
Using the medkit, Tank got to work on Rowan's side injury. He cleaned the wound - for every one remembered how many died of infection during the 'Games - and set about stitching the wound shut. He finished with antibiotic cream provided in the kit and a dose of antibiotic pills for Rowan. She was smiling bravely, but her color was poor. Tank guessed that she would not be able to stand. Fighting was out of the question.
Yet she didn't need to fight any longer. Rory stood over the body of the last tribute. His neck was a gruesome display of gore; but the female tribute from district seven had dispatched the last tribute that was not in thier alliance. His eyes stared at her blankly, unseeing. Accusing, it seemed to Rory. Yet hadn't he come after her friends while they were recovering with Rowan, not harming any one? Cain's dead eyes continued to stare at her, boring into her own eyes. That victor's bracelet hung on his wrist, free for the taking.
Jasmine could claim her victors spoils from Rachel's body; another Victor's bracelet. Rachel had a pack bulging with black objects - most had nozzles like the one Jasmine had destroyed. Had Rachel been left to her own devices, who knows what would have rained down on them. The alliance now had three bracelets...no. Jasmine saw a small white parachute drif down, leading her back to the tree where she had heard the Panther make its second kill. Another glimmering Bracelet landed beside Micha's still body. The Gamemakers had led her here, making her see the tribute from district 9.
That gave them four bracelets; when they needed five. Yet there was that map that had been lifted from the body of another tribute who had attacked them. With plenty of eyes and hands to guard Rowan with Sorrel's inclusion into the Alliance, a pair of tributes could move up the Mountain, following the map's directions. Above, the sky thundered. A warning from the Game Makers, no doubt. With only four bracelets, the Games would continue as long as five tributes lived. Yet after a heroic climb up a large evergreen tree, someone plucked a wooden box from its highest branch.
A Victor's Bracelet - making five, one for every member of the Alliance! The Game Makers had not given them the fifth - and even as they carried the final bracelet back to where Rowan and her guards waited, they saw glowing eyes staring at them from the trees. Some new mutation, a monkey with long incisors and red eyes. It adds haste to thier step, carrying the final bracelet home with the cries of the monkey mutations at thier heels.
"EEEE! EEE!" The monkeys scream, chasing Rory and Jasmine down the mountain, hopping from tree to tree. Yet the girls find a burst of speed, of inspiration and motivation; crashing into the clearing where Rowan, Sorrel and Tank waited. Reunited, the shrieks of the moneys fade into nothing. The skies open, displaying the emblem of the Games... and the anthem, the final finish line.
"I present to you the victors of the #25th Hunger Games!" The Head Game Maker announces. "From district seven, Rory Noland, Rowan Creed and Tank..." There was a hesitant pause before the Gamemaker continued. "From district eleven, Jasmine Cloverfield and Sorrel Lore!"
The skies open as two hovercrafts appear, drawing near. One for the victors, unspooiling a ladder before you can speak a word. You have done it. You have survived the Hunger Games.. with four alliance mates. You are unprecedented.
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on Sept 18, 2012 12:49:37 GMT -5
Rory Noland: District Seven Female Tribute
Cain's stare would haunt her. Rory knew that. The nightmares would come later. When no one was around, when they couldn't hear her cry out in fear. But she had survived and assured herself that this was a cleaner death than Cade's had been. Had this been a mercy kill? No, just like what she did to Cade was no act of clemency, Cain's death had been merely a fight for her life. And not even her life. But the life of her family's.
In this hell they were mine to protect.
She closed Cain's eyes, said a slight prayer over his body, hoping that he found peace in the end, and took his bracelet. Jasmine's, Rory's, Cain's, and Rachel's... That made four. They needed five.
Rowan's raspy voice pulled her out of her daze and back to the present.
"Rowan?... Rowan!" Rory's tone almost frantic. She looked at Tank and Sorrel. "Stay with her..." she ordered, going for the map. "Jasmine, you're with me."
She was silent as they jogged up the mountain, knowing that the Gamemakers were worried. Rory almost smiled at the thought. They should be worried. The Girl who Volunteered had outdid them, beat them at their own game. And the best part was not once did she play their way.
Rory scaled the tree with Jasmine no doubt not far behind. She remembered the first few days in the Arena. Her and Jasmine high in the trees. Jasmine had never left her side. She never wavered, not once. And in this tree, they were finishing what they started.
"That's five." Rory told Jasmine as she opened the wooden box. The war cry of the mutts startled her. The Games weren't over yet. "Let's move."
They double-timed it back to the others, the monkeys right on their tails... so to speak. Rory's bloody axe was at the ready just in case the Gamemakers changed their minds
Rory slipped the bracelet on Rowan's hand. There. That did it. They were all victors. "I told you I'd get you back to Ceder, Rowan."
She waited.
Silence.
Then a Gamemaker's voice came clear over the loud speaker, announcing the tributes from District Seven victors. And at the hesitation before he continued, Rory looked at Jasmine, nodded to her bow, and then toward the mutts coming their way. They'd fight every last one of them in this place if the Gamemaker backed out on their part of the deal.
Rory let out a sigh of relief when it was finished. The axe dropped to the wet ground. It was over.
She walked over to Tank and put a steady hand on his shoulder. "Come on Big Guy, let's go home."
She refused help from those on the hovercraft as her alliance carefully got Rowan to safety. She had to be first, it was only fair. Rory hopped back down, waiting for everyone to board before she finally got on. Rory sat down near Jasmine, as she held Rowan's hand, her head resiting on the aforementioned Tribute--Victor; her rock.
After a few moments, a tear rolled down her cheek, followed by another. Before Rory could stop herself, she was sobbing quietly as the weight of the world was lifted off her shoulders. They had done the impossible. Succeeded where others thought they'd fail. And now Rory at least for the next few days didn't have to worry about a thing.
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Post by Kulvar on Sept 18, 2012 18:07:59 GMT -5
Jasmine Coverfield, District 11 Tribute[/u] Jasmine let the breath out slowly. Her arrow, to her eyes, soared slowly through the air, tracing her target as the head snapped with Tank’s blow, then sank fletching deep into the panther’s head. Under other circumstances, she’d be ecstatic with the difficult shot, much less the felling of such a mighty beast. Right now, she felt dead on the inside; cold to the cruel and bitter games. A veteran… And it was a cool Jasmine that rushed down the mountainside to Rowan’s side. She was hurt, not as bad as the night before, but needed help. Needed Tank and Sorrel’s help. But she also needed a bracelet, and with Rory by Cain, Jasmine assumed she was claiming a bracelet from him. She moved with purpose toward Rachel’s downed form. She drew Rye’s sword as she walked, and stowed her bow across her back. At this point, she didn’t care about mutilating the bodies of the fallen tributes. Rachel had betrayed them not once, but twice. What was another missing bit of arm? Jasmine lifted the dead girl’s arm and with a couple blows from the sword, hacked the hand off and quickly retrieved the bracelet. Almost as an afterthought, she collected the girl’s District Token. This bracelet with, hopefully, Cain’s and Rory’s made three. Not enough to go home. Then she saw it, the white parachute of a Sponsor Gift. She took off at a short run after it, only to find it tangled in the limbs beneath Micha’s broken body. Jasmine shook her head and let out a little sigh. Micha hadn’t betrayed them, not like Rachel, so Jasmine’s heart, her blemished soul, wasn’t as cold toward the girl’s body. Jasmine sheathed Rye’s sword and quickly scaled the tree, taking a moment to close the dead girl’s eyes before claiming her token and the sponsor’s gift bracelet. Half a second later and Jasmine was on the mountain floor, looking to Rory as she spoke. Jasmine nodded. Rory was their leader, the light in this darkness and Jasmine, while sane, would follow that light right into the oncoming train if needed. “Yah… an’ quick tuh boot. Ah’ve got two, yuh’ve got two, we need five.” She didn’t need to say more, following Rory up the mountainside and to a copse of trees. She helped the District 7 girl climb, as much as she was helped to climb, up the tree of epic proportions, and claim from its lofty branches, the badly needed 5th bracelet. Jasmine paused for a moment at what felt like the top of the world in his bloody, dismal, blasted arena. And felt at home. The view stretching out before her was almost, if Jasmine could forget the atrocities committed over the past few days, beautiful. And she was sharing it with her friend, no her sister, in arms. She descended quickly. Time was of the essence, and while Jasmine’s soul was blemished with the killing she’d done, she still had light within that told her to protect those still living. And something told her, a moment before the monkeys screeched, that the games weren’t over until everyone had a bracelet on their wrist. She drew one of her remaining two explosive arrows and booked it after Rory. She wasn’t going down without a fight. * * * She was winded after the sprint down the mountainside to the wounded and the medics, and watched over Rory as she snapped the final victor’s bracelet onto Rowan’s wrist. Jasmine was still tense and geared to go when Panem’s emblem blazed into the sky, and the Head Gamemaker’s voice announced the victors. Her fingers tightened on her arrow shaft at the pause between districts. Someone hadn’t wanted there to be two district winners, she thought. And she’d kill more to make sure there was… Jasmine knew that for a fact and some small part of her was terrified of the realization. As the hovercrafts arrive, however, she let herself relax. Finally relax; since the bloodbath on the first day. Relax. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “We made it, Rory… Tank… Rowan… Sorrel…” Her smile was a sad one. Not everyone from their alliance had made it and Jasmine’d grieve for them eventually. She helped load Rowan in, and climbed aboard behind Sorrel, and just a moment before Rory, turning about to help her sister into the craft and took a seat. She slid her arm around Rory’s shoulders as the other sobbed. Jasmine wished she could cry as well, but felt that whatever’d strained that first night of the games when she’d slid the knife between Emerald’s ribs had broken with this final combat. She could still be there for the others though. “We-ah made it Rory…” she said quietly as the craft took off. “Made it ‘cause-a you. Time tuh rest for a spell..." And she hoped her words were true.
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Post by Aeon The Phoenix on Sept 19, 2012 0:43:05 GMT -5
As his axe struck true against the feral cat, Tank had a close up view of its teeth as its face whipped perilously close to his with the force of the blow he had exacted upon it, enough to smell the blood on its breath from Rowan's neck.
Had he saved her life only for this monster to steal it away again? No, he couldn't afford to think like that, not when they were so close to...
An arrow whooshed past his face to sink into the eye of the panther, its origins clearly Alliance in nature as the beast slumped, finally slain dead. Though the kill had not been his, Tank was confident the creature would not have survived the damage done to it by himself, but who killed it seemed so inconsequential now as his weapon fell to the ground, a new priority demanding his attention.
Sorrel was closer and more prepared than he was, his supplies back in the cave they had formerly guarded only hours ago. The closest thing at the time they'd had to a...
Trusting Sorrel, Tank left Rowan's latest injury to her medical expertise and focused on her previous one, all too aware that the cumulative blood loss in itself might be enough to reclaim Rowan's life. It was as if the Games itself was fighting them, and damned if Tank was going to let it win when just around the corner was...
Rowan's side was soaked in blood, her exertions having clearly torn open her stitches. Though he was sure the surgical work he had performed had done the intended job, even this surface wound could prove fatal if allowed to continue bleeding. The fabled medkit from the Feast was depleted now - only time would tell if the standard Arena issue would be sufficient.
Compared to the exertions of the prior night, the task was relatively simple, and Tank's final procedure of the Games went smoothly and quickly. Though Rowan was disturbingly pale and likely incapable of standing, much less fighting now, the need to do was no more.
As he finished, the cries of mutts heralded the hasty return of Jasmine and Rory as an announcement bellowed through the Arena. As a Victor's Bracelet was clamped around Rowan's wrist, an announcement boomed throughout the Arena.
They had won...
He was broken from his stunned state by Rory's hand on his shoulder. The 7th District had never been a more desirable place to be than it did now.
Rowan was first aboard the hovercraft, then Sorrel follow by Jasmine, Tank next and finally Rory was aboard.
Finally, they were going HOME.
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